Wednesday, 31 December 2014

Well it’s the start of another year and I’m
feeling much better than I have for the last month. My Ross River Fever is
almost gone again and my brain feels like it can actually work, and think
straight again.

Let’s play catch up for a bit… My son Ethan is
entering into the great adventure know as grade nine… My Hubs is still running
our construction company we co-own… Emily has moved out of home and is getting
ready to start her Bachelor of Arts (majoring in music & business) at USQ…
Mum is still mum and enjoying the summer of cricket (okay, I may be enjoying it
as well)… As for me I’m ready to star my next year in the world of writing.

These are
written in no particular order—but are what I have promised to work on in 2015—the
only one I know I’m working on at a certain time is TLOM 4 as I want to start
that for NaNoWriMo this year.

The Lines Of Marsden 3: You Make Me Die In Pieces

The Lines Of Marsden 4: The Trail of Red Roses

Sons Of Evenmore 3: Fear The Scarlet Moon

Sons Of Evenmore 4: Same Thing In Reverse

Lancaster’s Way 3: Pre-Loved

Lancaster’s Way 4: Riding Fences

Toowoomba
Boys 4: Securing The
Heart

Experimentals 3: Messages From The Dead

Hidden Hearts 1: Hello Lonely

Hidden Hearts 2: One Last Kiss Goodbye (Re write)

Moon
Runners 2: I Won’t Let You Go

The Diamond Rose 2: Sometimes it Hurts

The Connelly Chronicles 2: Beautiful Goodbyes

Spam Inc 1:Claiming Roxby’s Heart

The Gaean Prophecy 1: Broken Serenity

The Soul Guardians 1: Loving Callum McKenzie

Other than that I’m going to live life and enjoy
it… my words of advice to everyone for 2015 is this: “If you can’t say something nice, then shut the hell up!”

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Okay,
here’s something about me that will tell you more about my brain than you might
realize. There are exactly 2—yep, 2!—movies for which I know just about every single line. One is Blade Runner.
The other is Young Frankenstein.

If
your eyes just popped out of your head trying to find the similarities between
those two movies, don’t bother! It only makes sense to me! LOL

I’m
not a movie fanatic, but I have to say that one of the last few times I went to
the theater, an idea hatched quietly in a secret corner of my mind. It
fermented there for a little while and then later, when I was least expecting
it, it turned into a full-on male fantasy piece. Having two girls at once is
every man’s fantasy, right? Well, my character Ted gets to have that fantasy
come true at the movies.

Ted
goes to the theater alone to watch the latest outer-space flick. He just gets
settled in with his popcorn when the movie changes—dramatically!—to a
girl-on-girl porno. Now, this isn’t a professional job, it’s an amateur flick,
with real life people. Normal looking girls getting hot and bothered all over
each other. For Ted, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Until the
woman sitting in front of him moans….

And
the rest came right out of my dirty yet easily
amused imagination.

Ted’s
quiet Monday night at the movies turns erotic when he’s seduced by a lesbian
couple who make his ultimate fantasy of having two women at once come true.
When they call him a few weeks later, he’s stunned to find out the duo staged
the entire event and one of them is pregnant. But that’s not all. Their
gorgeous female friend is offering him special compensation for his services,
if he’s willing to pay her price.

Only
when he discovers Charleen harbors a secret fantasy even hotter than two women
together is he ready to drop his guard and provide for her every kinky need
even if it will cost him his heart. Then at his wedding reception, the women
drop another bombshell, and give Ted one more night of double fantasy he’ll
never forget.

Holy fuck.
In the dim light, I see the straps of her dress slip off her shoulders and
since it’s a low V-neck number and I see no bra straps, I suspect her breasts
are now exposed. She might be touching them, fondling them as she watches the
movie. She might even have one hand lower, stroking her clit. So turned on by
the idea and, made brazen by the dim lighting, I slowly and quietly unzip my
pants.

Within seconds, my cock slips out of confinement. There’s
plenty of moisture seeping from the tip to ease my stroking, so I lean back in
the seat to take my time. I don’t dare look behind me to see if the woman up
there can view my indiscretions. I’d rather not be doing this in public, but
I’m driven by primal need. About the time I settle into the lesbian flic and
find a nice slow rhythm, the woman in front of me stands and turns around.

She’s totally naked, not even wearing underwear. Definitely no
bra.

Holy fucking hotness.

My breath stutters as she sashays up the aisle to stand by my
chair, looking down at my crotch where my hand is covering my crank. She licks
her lips and flashes a wide smile that makes my insides flutter. “May I have a
taste?”

Stunned, I look up at her, my mouth open but no words coming
out.

She takes the initiative and kneels before me, her slim form
nestling between my thighs. With her delicate hand she brushes mine aside. Her
light head moves down until her mouth touches my cock, then she licks my weeping
slit. “Mmm.”

I’m so ready to have this and yet so reeling from shock I
can’t even form a coherent thought. Amazed, I watch her fingers stroke my
length and her lips form a teasingly hot O. Then she warps them around the
swollen bulb, and lavishes it with attention using her tongue. The moist, soft
heat of her mouth hits me at the same time the movie moans get louder. I glance
up to see the blonde finger-fucking the Asian woman’s wet pussy. My balls cinch
tight. It won’t take much more of a scene like that to make them blow.

Mystery woman sucks hard on my cockhead, glancing at me from
under her lashes to gauge my reaction. Her eyes are full of mischief and
desire. A heady combination for any man, more so for me. When was the last time
I even had a blow job? Hell, I’d pretty much existed in a state of desperation
for the last several years. The blonde swallows, sucking me toward the back of
her throat, and moans.

I grip the chair arms, my hips surging up into her sensuous
mouth on automatic pilot. It feels so good the base of my cock is tingling and
my balls are tight as stone. My attention wavers between the sounds coming from
the movie screen and the blonde’s hollowed cheeks as she slides up and down my
shaft. I’m seconds from shooting when she stops and I let out a long distressed
groan. Was this all some kind of elaborate tease? I knew it was too good to be true.

Ha!
Poor Ted. Find out what happens next in Double the Fantasy, out now from
Smashwords, Amazon and All Romance EBooks. I guarantee you it won’t be the end
of the show!

Author Bio:

Eva
Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s
also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll
figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until
then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future
explorers.

Monday, 29 December 2014

Hello everyone. First of all,
thank you for having me here today to talk about the final book in my Heavenly
Sins trilogy. It has been a long time in coming, but it is finally available
for those who want to read the conclusion of Tristan, Mac and Alastor’s story.

When I started this series I had
no idea the story was going to be anything other than a short novella. That was
the intention, but my characters had other ideas. They took over completely and
their story became longer and longer until finally it is coming to an end. What
started as a novella became three novels. I am still not entirely sure how that
happened, but that’s a topic for another blog post.

This is my first series/serial
story to finish and I have to admit that I am finding it a little difficult to
let my characters go. Even though I have tied up all the loose ends that need
to be, I keep wondering if perhaps I could revisit them one day in the future.

I wonder if my boys, as I like
to think of them, will have any more trouble sent in their direction, or
whether they will get the life they always wanted. Maybe there is more to be
told. Perhaps another enemy will arise with the intention of separating them,
or maybe one of them will decide they want out of the relationship. There are
countless possibilities – especially when in the paranormal genre, not even
death means a definite end to the story.

But I know I need to stop it and
let these characters go. I am afraid I am just as bad as a reader, but then I
have no choice. If an author I am reading finishes a series, then yes, it is
finished whether I want it to end or not. As a writer I have a little more say
in the matter. Or at least that is what I tell myself.

Yet even as I type this I have
another angel and demon whispering in my ear right now. Actually I have several
demons, angels and mortals pestering me these days. But there are two who are
being quite persistent and who are telling me they want their story to be told.
So there is a chance that at some point over the next couple of years there
will be a fourth Heavenly Sins story from me.

I am making an effort not to
listen to them though. With so many stories in my head, it’s time to let
someone else take the limelight and concentrate on my newly started Mermen
& Magic series.

Maybe it is only me who has
trouble letting go of characters. Somehow, I suspect this isn’t the case and
that there are other writers out there who find it hard to bring an end to a
series.

For those who have not yet met
my angels and demons, the reading order for the series is as follows.

Between Heaven & Hell

Between Good & Evil

Between Life & Death

And at least now they are all
available, no one is going to be left waiting for the next instalment. So if
angels and demons are something you are interested in, please say hello to Mac,
Alastor and Tristan.

Thanks again for having me here
today and I hope everyone is having a happy and safe holiday season.

Blurb:

With one of his lovers
imprisoned in the Underworld, Mac has no choice except to go where most angels
fear to tread.

With Tristan imprisoned in the
Underworld, the ménage is broken. Angels are forbidden to enter the demonic
domain and while Mac has been breaking rules in recent months, he doesn’t have
the power to enter the Underworld.

Alastor is still unsure about
his position in the relationship following recent revelations, but he cannot
walk away when he is the only real link between his two lovers. Splitting his
time between Mac and Tristan, he hopes they can soon find a way to reunite the
two men in his life.

As time moves on, Alastor
realizes he is struggling to satisfy Tristan’s thirst for sex. His lover needs
more than he can give him and craves Mac in his bed.

Mac still believes he can
complete his mission to save his two lovers, but with one of them out of his
reach, it is going to be far from easy.

During their time together they
have made plenty of enemies, including one who would seek to separate them
forever, even if it means biding his time until Alastor and Tristan are at
their most vulnerable, when even the love of an angel can’t save them.

Excerpt:

Lucifer continued to
poke around the room while Tristan did his best to ignore him. Eventually he
stepped into the path of the demon and glared at him. “Are you done?”

“You really
shouldn’t be so rude to me,” Lucifer chided. “I’m here to help you.”

“Help me?” Tristan
shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Help me, he says.”

“Who else is
suitably qualified to guide you through your first days as our new king?”

“What makes you
think I need your help?”

Lucifer smiled,
clearly unfazed by Tristan’s attitude. “Even now the throne room is filling up
with the leaders of each of the factions of demons, all here to bow down before
you and swear their loyalty.”

“You’re joking.”

“Well, most of them
will probably want to kill you and take your place, if truth be told, but they
generally wait until after the banquet is over.”

Tristan dropped into
one of the soft leather chairs. “This is going to be a disaster.”

“Not if you let me
guide you.”

“Why are you so keen
to help me? What difference does it make to you who’s king?”

“I don’t care who
sits on the throne, but I do like to ensure our new kings are settled in as
soon as possible. That way I can turn my attention back to more pleasurable
activities.”

Tristan cast a
glance toward the wall where the entrance to his rooms had been. “How do I even
get out into the throne room again?”

“Just walk toward
the entrance and imagine the doorway opening for you.”

Tristan took a step
forward and the entrance began to form. The most powerful demons in the
Underworld congregated just on the other side of the wall. Shit!

Author
Bio:

L.M. Brown lives in England, in
a quaint little village time doesn't seem to have touched. No, wait a
minute—that's the retirement biography. Right now, she is in England in a
medium sized town no one has ever heard of, so she won't bore you with the
details. Keeping her company are numerous sexy men. She just wishes they
weren't all inside her head.

L.M. believes there is nothing
hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other… unless it is three.

Sunday, 28 December 2014

“The Best Corpse for the Job” was my first
contemporary romantic cosy mystery, although not my first mystery per se. I’ve
got a running series, the Cambridge Fellows mysteries, set in the early
twentieth century. So I guess it was natural for people to ask me whether “Best
Corpse” would be the start of a whole new
series, my answer to which was a definite “maybe”. I’d hate to commit myself,
even in passing, to something I couldn’t definitely deliver.

But the idea nagged at me, although I didn’t
have any burning ideas for a new mystery for Detective Inspector Robin Bright
and his newly acquired boyfriend, Adam Matthews, to investigate. Then I
remembered. The dreaded WIP. I’d
better explain. I have a story I started maybe five years ago, which I keep
getting out, poking at and putting back again. I’ve no idea how many times I’ve
revised the first few chapters to perfection, then given up. I even gave it a
major overhaul, changing some of the key details of the storyline to try to
kick start it, but without success. Those of you who are authors will quite
possibly be nodding sympathetically at this point as I suspect many of us have
such a problem story in our vaults.

What was the problem with this WIP? Too much/too
difficult specific research needed for the setting I was using, maybe.
Unconvincing storyline and main characters, possibly. Lack of an overarching
story arc, the sort of thing you could put into a one-line “elevator pitch”.
Quite likely a combination of all of those.

Then I had a bright (excuse pun) idea. That
WIP could be cannibalized effectively to provide a new story for Robin and
Adam, combining elements from the original storyline and a character from the
major revision. So far so good, although it’s only early days. At least I feel
I can actually finish it, this time. So, Norma, I have to ask, have you got a
story that refuses to behave?

Schoolteacher Adam Matthews just wants to
help select a new headteacher and go home. The governors at Lindenshaw St
Crispin’s have already failed miserably at finding the right candidate, so it’s
make or break this second time round. But when one of the applicants is found
strangled in the school, what should have been a straightforward decision turns
tempestuous as a flash flood in their small English village.

Inspector Robin Bright isn’t thrilled to be
back at St. Crispin’s. Memories of his days there are foul enough without
tossing in a complicated murder case. And that handsome young teacher has him
reminding himself not to fraternize with a witness. But it’s not long before
Robin is relying on Adam for more than just his testimony.

As secrets amongst the governors emerge and a
second person turns up dead, Robin needs to focus less on Adam and more on his
investigation. But there are too many suspects, too many lies, and too many
loose ends. Before they know it, Robin and Adam are fighting for their lives
and their hearts.

Excerpt:

As if on cue, the
rozzers—it had to be the police, Adam thought, as no other grey-suited
individuals would be lurking around the school—came through it.

“Ah, Inspector Bright,”
Victor said. “We were just wondering when you’d be here to tell us what’s going
on.”

“A murder enquiry’s going
on.” The inspector’s voice preceded him into the room.

Christine clasped her
hands to her mouth. “Murder? Oh . . .”

The inspector appeared,
nodding sympathetically. “I’m afraid so. Which means we’ll need to get a
statement from each one of you before you can go.”

If the policeman said
anything else, Adam didn’t quite catch it. He was feeling confused enough, so
to have—Wright, Bright, what the hell had Victor said his name was?—walk
through the door looking like that sent his thoughts off in ten directions.
Policemen weren’t supposed to be so tall, dark, and stupidly handsome. Apart
from in Adam’s fantasies.

Oliver’s voice interrupted
the unwanted germination of some inappropriate thoughts in Adam’s brain.
“Perhaps you could take Mrs. Probert’s statement first? She has two small
children at the school, and they’ll need her to pick them up at the end of the
lessons.” His unexpected thoughtfulness earned him one of Christine’s stunning
smiles.

“Happy to oblige,” the
inspector said with kindness.

Why did Adam never seem to
meet blokes who reacted to his smile the way they reacted to Christine’s? Why
couldn’t this policeman favour him with a flash of those dark eyes?

“Perhaps you could come
along now, Mrs. Probert, and my sergeant could take you through things?” The
sergeant looked like that was the best news he’d heard all day. “Anyone else
need to get away urgently?”

For a moment—only a
moment—Adam felt like shouting, Take me, take me now! but this was serious
business. Was it defiance or denial in the face of sudden death that made him
feel like behaving like a schoolboy? Or was it simply the incongruity of
somebody like the inspector walking through the door? Instant chemistry, that’s
what they called it, but he’d never come across such a sensation before. It was
the romantic equivalent of being hit over the head with a sock full of wet
sand.

Then he remembered why the
police were here—Youngs’s body, those awful teeth—and felt sick again.

Author
Bio:

As Charlie Cochrane couldn't be trusted to do
any of her jobs of choice—like managing a rugby team—she writes. Her favourite
genre is gay fiction, predominantly historical romances/mysteries, with titles
published by Carina, Samhain, Bold Strokes, MLR, Riptide and Lethe.

Charlie's Cambridge Fellows Series of
Edwardian romantic mysteries was instrumental in her being named Author of the
Year 2009 by the review site Speak Its Name. She’s a member of the Romantic
Novelists’ Association, Mystery People, International Thriller Writers Inc and
is on the organising team for UK Meet for readers/writers of GLBT fiction. She
regularly appears with The Deadly Dames.

Friday, 26 December 2014

Pint-size Santa to the rescue. He dares you not to
get into the holiday spirit.

Benson hates Christmas. It brings back too many
memories he wants to forget. Most years he hibernated his way through the
season, but not this year, this year things are going to change. Is Benson
ready for them?

Ian loves everything about winter and spending
time with his son. They spend their time making traditions and soaking up the
holiday season. It's just the two of them against the world, until they meet
Benson.

Author Bio:

Jambrea had dreams of being the youngest romance
author published, but life kind of got in the way. She put her writing aside
for a while and spent her time going to college, enlisting in the Air Force and
starting a family. Along the way she discovered yahoo groups and book reviews.
Dipping her toe into the waters of the writing world, she was once again bit
with the writing bug.

She enjoys spending time with her son when not
writing and loves to hear from readers. She is also addicted to the internet so
feel free to contact her anytime.

Thursday, 25 December 2014

Hello and thank you for letting
me visit here today. I hope everyone is having a lovely and safe holiday season.

I am here today to introduce you
to Cameron and Scott, the two heroes in my brand new novella, One Perfect Wish
and to talk about the predicament Scott finds himself in, and how you think you
would manage if you were placed in the same position.

Scott Baxter a workaholic with
no time for love. Used to working in a high pressure job he is no stranger to
the task of thinking on his feet. This is a talent that comes in particularly
useful when he finds himself playing the role of husband to Cameron. After all,
convincing a total stranger that you are the man they have known for years
isn’t easy.

Imagine for a moment you were in
the position Scott finds himself in. You not only don’t know the man you are
married to, you won’t even know your way around the house. You’d have no idea
what is kept in what cupboard or how your lover takes his coffee (or even if he
drinks it). Unless you’re a mind reader you’d soon be struggling.

As for leaving the house – you
might not even know the way to the local shop.

Every word you speak could
potentially give you away. You might suddenly stop using a pet name for your
partner. You might ask who someone your lover mentions is, when in fact you
should already know.

Then there is the whole sex with
a stranger issue. For Scott this isn’t much of a problem, at least not while he
is viewing the whole day as a form of one night stand. But many people would be
reluctant to hop into bed with a stranger just like that.

Thankfully for Scott, he has a
little help from the djinn who has landed him in this position. And when the
djinn isn’t offering useful information, he has his own wits to get him through
the day.

But how do you think you would
do? Would you be able to convince a
stranger you are their husband or wife?
Or would that wish be shattered within minutes of your arrival?

I suspect I would not be up to
the task myself!

~ L.M. Brown

Blurb:

Playing
the part of another man’s husband to fulfil a wish is easy, but what happens at
midnight when the magical day is over?

Scott Baxter is a workaholic
with no time for love, until a djinn pulls him out of his life and deposits him
into the bed of Cameron Kirk. Cut off from his life, Scott isn’t happy about
the idea of being forced to help the djinn grant an unspecified wish, but he
soon finds he has no real choice in the matter. The djinn, who has turned his
life upside down, has powers that prevent Scott from leaving and ensure he does
nothing to ruin Cameron’s day with his ‘husband’.

Reluctant at first, Scott finds
that as the day progresses he starts to enjoy playing the role of Cameron’s
husband. He connects with his unexpected lover in a way he never has with other
men.

Scott searches for clues to help
him track down Cameron after the day is over and he returns to his own life. He
doesn’t want the day to end, but the wish is out of his control and when the
magic is finished his time with Cameron may be over too.

Excerpt:

Scott Baxter woke
with a strange feeling something wasn’t quite right. Half asleep and with his
eyes still closed, he tried to figure out what could be different. The bed
seemed too soft and far more luxurious than the cheap hotel mattress he vaguely
recalled crashing on the night before. A thick duvet covered him and he could
feel warmth similar to the heat that usually came from another body close up
against him. He couldn’t recall ever waking in a hotel with such contentment as
he felt this morning.

After working nearly
forty-eight hours straight, he had flown back to England on the red eye,
practically sleepwalked to a taxi, and had finally fallen into bed exhausted.
Long overdue for a break, he told himself he’d take one after his latest
consulting project had been completed. He told himself the same thing every
time, even though he knew his boss would have another job lined up for him
before the final work had been finished on this one.

“Morning,” a sleepy
voice murmured into his ear.

Scott froze. His
unexpected bedmate moved and Scott noticed he had some serious morning wood
pressed against his arse.

He opened his eyes.
Only his companion’s arm wrapped around Scott’s chest stopped him falling out
of bed from the shock. Had the relentless pressure of his job finally caused
him to snap?

The hotel room had
vanished and instead he appeared to be in someone’s house. The drapes over the
patio doors had been pulled back and a snow-covered garden stretched toward a
frozen pond. Light snow fell from the cloudy sky. The landscape outside the
doors seemed more like January than May.

“Scott, are you
okay?”

Scott didn’t know
what to say. Had he been drugged and kidnapped? And if so, why? He wasn’t
anyone important and his family didn’t have the money to pay any ransom.

“Ah good, you’re
awake,” a second voice said. Like the first, this voice also belonged to a man,
though he seemed to have a slight accent Scott couldn’t place.

Scott wondered how
many men he had climbed into bed with last night, before he saw the second
speaker stood at the end of the bed with his arms folded across his bare chest.
With baggy silk trousers and golden metal cuffs on his wrists, he could have
stepped straight out of Arabian Nights.

“What the hell is
going on?” Scott shouted as he tried to untangle himself from the arms of the
man sharing his bed. His companion wasn’t exactly helping him and instead
seemed to be frozen in place like a statue. He poked the man with a finger. His
skin felt normal, yet the other man didn’t react at all.

“You’re here to
fulfill a wish,” the man at end of the bed told him. “I’m a djinn and I’m here
to explain your present situation.”

Scott stopped
contemplating the statue man beside him. “Excuse me?”

The djinn nodded.
“I’m sure you’ve heard of my kind. We grant wishes to those who summon us.
Well, I’m here because someone wished for you.”

A headache started
behind Scott’s eyes. He didn’t have time for this nonsense.

Author
Bio:

L.M. Brown lives in England, in
a quaint little village that time doesn't seem to have touched. No, wait a
minute—that's the retirement biography. Right now she is in England in a medium
sized town that no one has ever heard of, so she won't bore you with the
details. Keeping her company are numerous sexy men. She just wishes that they
weren't all inside her head.

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Jack Frost has spent his entire existence
questioning where he fit in. A Keeper
with no holiday or reason for being, a darkness inside of him that he can’t
begin to understand, causing Jack to be unsurprised when the other Keepers
appear to have all but given up on him.

Nick is used to bringing joy to others, he is Santa
Claus after all, but where his mate is concerned, he just can’t seem to get it
right. When Jack becomes the sole target
for their enemy, Nick will stop at nothing to keep his mate safe and prove once
and for all they are meant to be.

With the
story coming to an end, join the Keepers as they discover not only who they
truly are, but what they are capable of...and just perhaps, what the future
holds.

EXCERPT:

"Jack,
watch out!"

"F**k!"
A mass of black, blue, and bright red fell down a hillside in a mass of tangled
limbs and pained grunts. "Ouch!"

When
they finally reached the bottom, Nick blinked up at the sky for a moment,
fighting to regain the breath that had been knocked out of him by the ground
and multiple jabs from Jack’s flying limbs.

Nick
rolled his eyes. "I don’t quite have the padding most people think, not
sure how good a job I did."

Jack
blushed, stuttering for an answer and looking anywhere but at Nick, all but
jumping off him when Nick cleared his throat.

"S-sorry,"
the younger Keeper murmured as he wiped the snow off himself. Nick sighed as he
stood and looked around.

"Well,
at least we didn't roll too far down," he murmured and brushed the snow
off his leather jacket.

Yes, it
was red. He was Santa, of course it was red.

"Are
you alright?" He looked at Jack, and suppressed the whine that wanted to
break out when the younger man looked at him with a forced grin. Everything was
forced with Jack these days. While the two of them had been able to coexist in
the same space in the past few months better than they had in the last few
centuries, it hurt something deep down inside to see Jack almost a shell of who
he used to be.

"Just
a few bumps and bruises. Nothing I'm not used to already."

Nick
frowned while Jack started to look around, trying to find a way up.

They had
been out there for hours, searching for any sign of the Fates. From the moment
Sam had discovered their hand in the attacks, placed upon not just the Keepers,
but also the Dark Lords, those three devious and spiteful goddesses had
vanished. Recently word had come to them the Fates had been spotted somewhere
around the Alps, and Jack more than most had been determined to search the area
for any evidence to support the claims and track them down. He just hadn’t
considered how damn big the area was, even for a couple of Keepers.

"Maybe
we should head back to the Pro Custodes and continue tomorrow," Nick
suggested and Jack looked at him with a confused expression. His cheeks were
rosy from the cold and his beautiful icicle-like eyes were glowing brightly.
Every part of Nick was begging to just claim the younger man for himself.

But he
couldn’t.

Not yet.

Nick had
far too much to make up for where Jack was concerned. He had failed the man who
should be his mate more times than he could count. And the younger man had paid
dearly for it.

"There's
not much more ground to cover, and we still have some time before night
falls," Jack countered.

Nick
frowned. “Ja—”

"But
if you think we should make our way back, then that's okay too!" Jack
backtracked.
That was another thing.

Nick
could clearly remember the fire in Jack's eyes when he would defy him, or any
of them. He clearly remembered the strength and anger that glowed in Jack's
eyes each and every time the two of them had faced off over one thing or
another. Now though, that fire wasn't gone. It was still there, but it seemed
Jack was suppressing it.

Who is Jess?

Jess
Buffett was born and raised in New South Wales, Australia. She is a mum of two,
married to her high school sweetheart.

Jess is
a hopeless romantic who is a huge fan of M/M and M/F romance with a happy
ending—anything with hunky men in all their glory, whether they be Shifters,
Vampires, Cowboys, or the boy next door.

A
caffeine addict who shamefully can’t make a decent cup of coffee to save her
life, Jess believes in soul mates, happily ever afters, and in love at first
sight, but that sometimes people need a second or a third for the brain to
catch up.